Happy Valentine's Day
"Why are you writing a blog at 6AM, Katie, have you lost any shred of sanity you had left?"
"Why, because I've been wide awake on Steroids since 5."
"Why are you talking to yourself, Katie?"
"Because I lost every last shred of sanity I had."
Okay, I'm creeping myself out, and that sounds too much like church liturgy for being about a crazy person, but here is the thing:
Yesterday morning I went to the clinic again and was told we would be bringing out "the big guns" and I was to soon start a 20 day pack of Prednizone (sp?) along with daily doses of Zantac and Zyrtec- while this is not something out of a Dr. Seuss book, I still very much LOOK like something out of a Dr. Seuss book. One of the polka dotted Zats, perhaps? But what's more, the Steroids are keeping me from sleeping, and so I'm starting to ACT like something out of a Dr. Seuss book.
Madalyn before school, yesterday:
I picked Evan up from his Valentine's Party to find he had a fever, and Jack, at that point, did, too. Luckily, they had well visits scheduled for yesterday afternoon and were found to have Strep Throat. All three children are now on anti-biotics,\ (two days ago Madalyn told me her throat hurt and so we're not even waiting to go there- "just drug 'em up!")
Now when they go to a birthday party at Monkey Joe's this Monday they'll be good and sterile, I won't care if they lick the carpet and suck on the door handles. If I get any weird looks it'll be: "they're on antibiotics, it doesn't matter." And- 'I'm all drugged, so I don't think it would matter much to me either way.' (This part I would not share with said look-shooter.)
When we got home from going to the doctor and dragging our prescriptions and germs all through Publix, we hit a few bright spots in the road. The first was that we found two boxes on our front porch, one for me and one for Madalyn:
I think it's pretty clear Shaun is lying THROUGH HIS TEETH in my note. (See previous post pics if you are about to flatter me, YOU LIAR!)
And you wouldn't expect a three year old to get very excited about flowers, UNLESS you know Madalyn, who would rather get a spanking than obey directions not to run across the street and pick a flower. She was delighted and suppressed a very pleased smile while she tried to tear them from the box, along with the Teddy Bear. "It's my fav-o-rite bear in the whooole whird!"
Not only did we drive up to two boxes of flowers, BUT... drum roll....
NEW SOD!! (See behind girl holding flowers.)
And it's not even so bad that I'm up early this morning because: A)I haven't even had coffee and I feel like I've had 5 cups. B) I have already run the dishwasher and one load of laundry. C)I have now written a blog, very important and D) what will happen, I wonder, when I DO have a cup of coffee?
PS- If your children were in school with my children Thursday, I AM SO SORRY.
PPS- If your children were within the vicinity of my children anytime in the last 48 hours, you might want to see a doctor.
